Page 83 of Doll's Eye
He takes a ragged breath in and then slowly lets it back out. It does nothing to quell his temper. He slams his fist on the wall over my head and I can’t help my body’s natural reflexes when I flinch. His eyes light up in demonic delight, and he does it again. This time closer to my head. This is what he wanted from me. To see me in fear.
Fuck that.
I roll my shoulders back and grapple with my rebellion. My eyes bore into his darkened ones, daring him to hurt me like I know he wants to.
His mouth collides with mine, so belligerently our teeth clash and I have no choice but to oblige. I want to bite him, refuse him, but I’m physically unable to as he eats me alive with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He kisses me viciously and uses his weight to adhere me to the wall, immobilizing me.
He gnarls and rips the oversized t-shirt of his I’m wearing down the middle and hoists me up, forcing my legs over his hips. Ignoring my whimpers from the pain it causes me, he fumbles with one hand between us all the while still brutalizing my mouth with his.
There’s no attempt to tear my panties off. He shoves them to the side and pillages me with maddening force. I dig my nails into his shoulders over the fabric of his shirt and whimper, but he doesn’t let up at all. Not with his kiss or his violent thrusts.
There’s agonizing pain in my ribs, but the pleasure in my pussy balances it out to a beautiful harmony. I’m beginning to forget why I would deny this. Why should I deny myself this overdue pleasure?
I gasp in his mouth when the pain becomes unbearable, and I pound on his shoulders. He rips his mouth from mine, gasping for air, but his hips do not stop. “My ribs,” I say through short breaths. “Massimo.” He doesn’t respond or stop and I bite down on my trembling bottom lip. I try pushing at him with my good arm and he starts rutting me harder. Growling, I use my head to clobber him.
With our faces so close, I wasn’t able to aim correctly, and I ended up headbutting him right in his nose. He finally pauses and I’m frozen in fear. I watch as blood drips from his nose and I’m too terrified to look him in the eye.
His chest rumbles with an animalistic sound and I’m airborne for only second before I’m slammed onto the cot. “You just don’t get it, do you?” he seethes.
“You were hurting me, you fucking asshole!” I start struggling against him, twisting my body and pushing at his chest.
Nothing fazes him, even when I hit him in the face and claw at his neck. He hovers over me, wedged between my thighs. “Get off of me!” I shriek. “Get the fuck off me!”
His long fingers wrap around my neck, his arm locks to hold me down, and his other hand grips his cock to guide it back into me. I tear at his hand and arm and gnash my teeth at him. “Massimo! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
His hips ram forward and I lose a little bit of my fight. Partly from sexual gratification and partly from lack of oxygen as his hand tightens around my throat. My head spins and spots begin dancing in my eyes. “Ma—” I try to speak but it’s near impossible. I use my casted arm to swing at him and I catch him on the chin.
He stills over me and violently jerks me up to a sitting position by my neck, crashing our noses together. “Stop. Hitting. Me.” Spittle hits my face.
I bare my teeth back at him. “Fuck. You.” My eyes widen and I take a sharp breath of air when his fingertips stab at my broken ribs. They hurt so fucking bad I want to cry, but I refuse to. Hardening my face I chomp down on whatever I can. It happens to be his cheek.
He ferociously growls, slamming me back down by my neck and begins fucking me again. Instead of fighting him off, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and smirk up at him in provocation.
I didn’t think he could fuck me any harder than he has before, but he does. With his hand around my neck, anchoring me down, his hips piston forward with cruelty. He succeeds athurting me, but he’s unsuccessful at punishing me because it still feels so fucking good.
No matter how willful I can be, the orgasm wreaks havoc through me. My mouth falls open on a raspy scream. He grunts and growls through bared teeth until his hips come to a halt. My inner muscles contract and throb, sapping him.
The afterglow is already clearing, and the pain diminishes any pleasure that I just experienced. I know Massimo can see it all over my face, but he remains unconcerned. His dead gaze is unwavering as he climbs off me and tucks his cock away unabashedly. His mask almost slips as I grit against the pain, holding my ribs involuntarily.
Without spitting any more threats or hateful words, he exits my cell, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
Chapter forty-two
Massimo
Three weeks, Alessia has been in the confines of her cell.
Her arm is still in a cast, and her ribs are still healing, but I still hold no remorse for how rough I was with her the last time I paid a visit. Especially how she’s made every effort to escape any chance she gets as soon as she began feeling better, she’s craftier than I could have ever imagined. Must’ve learned quite a few tricks when she was being hired formurder.
“Oh, hello, my love,” she chirps as I approach her door. “I was beginning to think I’d never see you again.” She’s lounging on her cot in only a bra and panties as she tosses a roll of socks up in the air and catches it over and over again like a ball. “Come to revel?”
“Came to see if you’re ready to rejoin society.”
She leans up on her elbows, her supple breasts perky and an evil smirk on her lips. “Not a chance, De Luca. But nothing is stopping you from coming in here to play again.” She rubs her thighs together seductively. It’s tempting.
I tear my eyes away from her legs and look at her face. “If I come in there, it won’t be playing.”
She holds my gaze with her own. “Then come on in, and let’s…not play.” Her hand snakes down her flat stomach and rubs over her tempting cunt.
